The Chicago Reader has put Hobbit Porn on its cover (porn is an overstatement, but there’s shirtlessness, cuddling and bare butts in soft focus). And on its pages. And the story that goes with it is also disturbing and yet weirdly uplifting. This lady who hits bottom on self-prescribed meds then pulls herself out of it through her Lord of the Rings fixation, and is now writing publishable fiction. But the other thing that struck me was that she saw Fellowship of the Ring 5 times per week for two months.
I feel much better about having seen Jurrasic Park 7 times (at the dollar theater, I was in high school. I really liked the Ian Malcolm character. I don’t have a problem, no I’m not obsessive, quit looking at me like that.)
[ETA: Oh yeah, that picture of Legolas, in the please-do-me-now pose straddling a log? If someone did do him there can you say “abrasion”, or even “abrasions covering the genitalia”? That was where my brain kept going, so now you get to share. Enjoy]
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There-are-no-problems-there-are-only-challenges, you are so obsessive, and I like looking at you like this.
One of my slash obsessed friends found pictures like that set to Truly, Madly, Deeply. It was frightening. The airbrushed porn look is just unsettling rather than romantic.
Hobbit WHAT?!?!?!
Their completely unfurry bodies makes that Elf-porn, rather than hobbit-porn.
Silly slash folks.
Mmmm
Sean Astin.
I think the pictures are kinda hot.
Where’s the porn?
“erotica” is probably more accurate. =)